Rebecca’s POV
My shoulder still burned, even after everything.
I sat on the floor trying to control my breathing while my thoughts spun completely out of control where I was. I've had a pretty long series of events in a short while.
The fighting.
Jeremy.
The mark.
And them. These guys!
God…
What was I even thinking?
My lips still tingled a little from the kisses we’d shared only minutes earlier. Every place their hands had touched still felt warm against my skin, like my body refused to forget any of it, and I couldn't explain why.
The mark pulsed faintly beneath my dirty shirt. I was now looking forward to when I could have some time away from all this chaos, when a maid would be available to bring me change of clothes.
Or when I did everything myself in my parents house.
